There are too many things to say, too many things to be buried deep in the heart, and too many things that have gradually disappeared before they have time to say it.

Mo Han closed his eyes, turned around, turned his back to Sha Yuwei, took out the mysterious clod of soil that he had taken out and put aside according to what the old man Dugu said in the palm of his hand, summoned the Linglong Pagoda, awakened the demon seed, and whispered to them and the Taiji Xuanci heavy sword in his hand: "Old guys, stretching out your head is a knife, shrinking your head is a knife, I don't know if you are willing to accompany me crazy for the last time!"

The response of the demon seed is monotonous and powerful: knock, knock, knock!

Linglong Tower's response was warm and warm, and the white light directly shrouded Mo Han's body, giving his indifferent and ruthless heart a trace of warmth.

Invisible ripples emanated from the Tai Chi Xuanmagnetic Heavy Sword, which condensed the soul of the Soul Burial Coffin that had never disappeared, indicating its determination.

The mysterious and unknown clod of earth, at this time, let Mo Han know its mystery for the first time: the Heavenly Damnation Thunder Tribulation that destroyed the Flower of the Other Shore was completely absorbed by it as soon as it reached a place five meters around Mo Han's body.

From the beginning of the breakthrough of the Jindan Period Tribulation, the Killing Blade, which had been protected by Mo Han, suddenly shone brightly, and took the initiative to fly into Mo Han's hands, revealing its heart.

Mo Han was full of pride in an instant, holding the Taiji Xuanci Heavy Sword in his right hand, and the Killing Blade in his left hand, the Linglong Pagoda was suspended above his head, the demon seed resounded around, and the mysterious clods of earth were blooming, quietly floating in front of him, heading straight towards the Heavenly Damnation Thunder Tribulation in the sky.

Old man Dugu, Sha Yuwei, and Shengyu could only watch from afar, not daring to take a step forward. Because under the curse, they have no certainty that they will survive, and even as soon as they get close to the range of the Damned Thunder Tribulation, they will immediately attract the attack of the damnation and die. Not only will it not give Mo Han any help, but it will distract Mo Han and affect Mo Han.

"There is nothing to fear about death for Mo Han, and there is nothing to be afraid of. Murderers are always killed, and he was born as a killer, and he was ready to die from the first day. So he is not afraid of death, and he is not afraid of fear. The only regret is that after he died, he never had the chance to know who his parents were, never had the chance to rescue the master again, and never had the chance to see that white figure!" Mo Han's heart was full of bitterness, but the speed of rushing towards the Heavenly Damnation Thundercloud was unabated.

The violent Divine Curse suddenly quieted down, as if it didn't want to delay any longer, it wanted to destroy this rebel and destroy this continent.

The breath of death became more and more solemn, breathless, and Mo Han was already close to the bottom of the Heavenly Damnation Thundercloud. The huge thunderclouds seem to be even more endless here.

Mo Han knew that if he rushed into the Divine Damnation Thundercloud, he would become extremely dangerous, and even the moment he entered, he would be wiped out by the Divine Damnation. But he didn't have a choice, his potential was infinitely expanded after he was killed, but his cultivation was still not high, just like an ordinary person who didn't cultivate. At this time, it is one of the few yuan power exhausted, if he wants to survive under the curse, he must enter the thundercloud, he must gamble, bet on the thundercloud of the damnation and the Jindan period thunder tribulation, there is a trace of vitality in it.

If it's wrong, there's only one chance, either to live or to die. But if he doesn't gamble, Mo Han believes that he will die.

The aura of death poured into Mo Han's body from all directions, killing his skin, his flesh, and his bones. Everything he had was attacked by the breath of death contained in the Damned Thundercloud, and he became lifeless, and even his consciousness and mental state were severely affected, drowsy, lonely and desperate.

In the Heavenly Punishment Thundercloud, the lightning and thunder tribulation in the sky also shot from all directions and bombarded Mo Han's body. It can even be said that wherever Mo Han goes, he can casually destroy the Thunder Tribulation of the Spirit Cultivators on the Withered Leaf Continent.

The Linglong Pagoda emitted a pure white light, guarding Mo Han firmly in it, resisting the overwhelming thunderstorms from the Heavenly Damnation Thunderclouds.

The huge sound of the demon seed beating resounded throughout the thundercloud, completely canceling out all the roaring thunder in the Heavenly Damnation thundercloud, protecting Mo Han's consciousness from being affected by the thunder and destroying it.

The mysterious clod of soil was suspended in front of Mo Han's body, quietly absorbing the power of death in the Heavenly Damnation Thundercloud, which didn't seem to help Mo Han in any way, but the clod of soil on its exterior was constantly cracking and disappearing, revealing the crystal transparent blue body inside.

Through the cracks in the outer clods, a cluster of blue flames can be faintly seen inside the mysterious clods, burning brightly.

The Killing Blade and the Taiji Xuanci Heavy Sword were held in Mo Han's hand, and he cut through thorns and thorns all the way to the depths of the Heavenly Punishment Thundercloud.

Mo Han didn't know where the life would be, and he didn't know where the end would be. All he knew was that he couldn't stop, he just kept moving forward, towards the hope he had in mind.

The Linglong Pagoda, the Demon Seed, the Mystic Clod, the Killing Blade, and the Taiji Xuanyuan Heavy Sword could no longer protect him, otherwise he would not have let the aura of death in the Heavenly Damnation Thundercloud continue to erode his body and soul.

His time is running out, it's really running out. After the beheading, the flesh of the whole body was once again riddled with holes in this heavenly thundercloud. The key point is that his body's self-healing ability is already very strong after self-slashing, but at this time, the body that has been eroded by the breath of death cannot heal itself.

Every wound, every invisible place, has a breath of death wrapped around it, preventing it from healing.

The smell of decay emanated from Mo Han's body, and even he wanted to vomit when he smelled it. Mo Han's whole body was slowly dying, rotting and deteriorating, and he was about to die.

"I'm unwilling, I'm unwilling!" Mo Han roared up to the sky.

The flesh and blood on his body were almost eroded by the breath of death, and one by one they broke away from his body, and then turned into ashes under the power of the thunderstorm, turning into more death power and merging into the thunderclouds.

Despair appeared in Mo Han's mind for the first time, and there was an endless lightning death force in all directions, and he didn't know where he was or where he was going, let alone find a place where life was.

The white bones were eroded by the power of death, except for the place where the heart was located, which was protected by the demon seed, most of the other places had turned black, and Mo Han finally stopped looking for it. His body was no longer enough for him to search so aimlessly, but if he didn't, he had no better way, so he was ready to make a last-ditch effort!

Mo Han went through all the exercises he had cultivated and seen in his mind, and then thought about every move. Thinking about which exercises and which moves to use to make it possible to break this deadlock!

"Heavenly Wheel!"